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Timea Benkoč

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“What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.”
“You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so how could we take it back without asking?”
Naj je bilo življenje še tako darežljivo, še zmeraj je bilo nekje nekaj, kar ga je presegalo. Saj, moralo je biti, pa tudi če je bilo samo hrepenenje, kajti sicer so reči zmeraj znova začele izgubljati smisel.
Rejoice the smallest things in life. Thousands of miles traveled for a kiss. The awkward moment of not knowing what to say when meeting for the first time. Finding a new book on the other side of the world. New favorite songs. Feeling somebody's skin under your fingertips. The knock on your door in the middle of the night. That last smile before the elevator door closed. <3
‎…Ni haljinu ne valja krpiti, a kamoli ljubav. Bolje je otici.- Ti bi otisla?- Otisla bih.- Zato sto me ne volis?- Zato sto te volim. …
-M. Selimovic “Tvrđava”
Kakor stekleni predmeti so vse moje sreče šle k vragu,
roka hudobna je segla po rahlem, bleščečem se blagu,
ga pograbila in vrgla z žvenketom ob tla in ob steno,
in med ječanjem črepinj se nekdo zasmejal je strupeno.
Pa sem črepinje pometla in stresla vse vkup na smetišče.
Naj si, kdor hoče, iz njih še svoj košček prevare poišče!
Jaz pa grem ven in na cesto iz mračne dvorane spomina
in se veselo zavedam svobode in ran in pogina.
-Črepinje, Lili Novy